Floridians will flock to the polls tomorrow to vote in primary and local elections. One of my favorite people told me that voting was akin to taking communion. It's important; it's ritual.
And this August 24th, I won't be voting. Don't worry - I already voted... for the first time I voted by absentee ballot. And it was weird. I missed the whole rigmarole of casting my vote. I did love all the political mailers I got - I felt seriously popular. Each day my mailbox was filled with full color, full bleed hope.
I love the business behind elections, I love the dreams of candidates, I love every volunteer who wakes up early to wave signs on a street corner. I have a dog in the fight this year - K. has been working for the Steve Stewart for Mayor campaign. And, because of it - I took local politics a lot more seriously.
There's not a Democratic way to take out the garbage and there's not a Republican way to lower utility rates. (I mean, other than the best way is usually the Democratic way). (Heh). I wish everyone luck tomorrow. I hope the folks I believe in get the nod. I hope the rain stays away. And I hope everyone enjoys their communion with government.